Dreams,
dreams are the oxygen
that makes life possible
they makes our lives beautiful
like grease, there oils our hopes
Like beacons of light,
There guides life's runway
Dreams are the chisel
that shaped our destinies.
keep dreams alive,
if dreams die
life turn pale,
like a bird with clipped wings
that never fly.
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Great mataphors and vivid imagery! Never let go of your dreams. Wonderful poem, Okim!